2020  Highlight

The Loners' Family Party
Text / CHEN Jin-Ju

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Three climbing ropes find the gloomy spots in the rock cracks and pull them up into the light. Self-examining synchronously, gently combing those loosened fibers into an uneven void.

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On the side of the trail where we frequently take a stroll stood a longan tree where the sun beam shines through and becomes sparkles on the ground like a projected sheet of spread-out blanket. While I search for the path, I notice those loners from the opposite direction. From time to time our three shadows overlap and outline a broken shadow.

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Where the conversations take place. Under the sun. We move our arms to form the perfect shape. We look hard, trying to break those flickering codes sent from afar in a simple way.

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As the sight along the way gets clear, we almost can see each other. We are so much alike - a hard edge once wind has polished can be found on those much light-blurred figure outlines. It is where we lay our soft eye on.